Robert Samuelson

Turning to the right, escaping a growing traffic, I let out a sigh. Thank God I borrowed Beth's car as mine was back at my building. It felt so good driving a perfectly fine car after struggling months with that clunker of mine.

I glanced at my phone.

No calls or messages from him for almost half an hour. He was oddly silent considering the uncountable amounts of calls and warning filled messages I got from him after Aaron left. He was furious. As much as I enjoyed getting on his nerves, I hated it when he tried to control my life.

I was used to living life on my own terms. And his sudden dominance in my decisions didn't sit well with me. But even when I was mad at him, there was an excitement running deep in my veins. I was thrilled at the thought of what he would do when he would get his hands on me.

I had provoked Mr. De Sylvano many times since last night. And he wasn't the one to tolerate it.

Checking the location again, I drove through an alley. It was past ten, and those all